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I'm making a Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo fanfiction. Woo-hoo!! pirate
It's about how Jelly Jiggler gets sick of always getting beat up and decides to kill most of the Bo-team. There will be lots of blood and graphic violence. eek
I've titled the fanfic "Cherry Gelatin". Heheh, get it??

This is what I've got so far. Enjoy!

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It was a beautiful morning. Birds were chirping, the sun shined on georgeous green fields, cherry trees blossomed beautiful pink flowers. An innocent couple walked through said fields, taking in all the wonder. "Oh, Jane," said Jack (what? the writer thinks they're good names; Why don't you??), "Isn't this all lovely?" "It certainly is beautiful," Jane replied. The couples' eyes scanned the scenery.
"Why, everything just seems per-"

Both Jane and Jack stopped and gaped in utter disbelief at the giant yellow afro with windows and a door sitting in the middle of the fields.

Inside the Bobobo household (where the Bo-team goes between episodes), The delicious smell of cooking pancakes emanated all rooms. Don Patch hummed to himself as he fried up the flapjacks in the kitchen. Beauty and Gascan sat beyond
the swinging doors to the kitchen at the dining room table, chatting. Dengakuman was out collecting wild spices and seasonings. Bobobo and Jelly Jiggler, however, were fast asleep.
That is, until Bobobo's alarm clock blared obnoxious death metal music and woke them both up.

Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo yawned and violently smashed his blue digital clock. "Oww, you don't have to hit so hard..." The clock complained. "DEAL WITH IT!!" Bobobo yelled and kicked the clock out the window. He then got up out of bed and stretched his arms, legs, and nose hair. "Time for my morning spruce up!" Bobobo said, leaving his room to head off to the loo.

Jelly Jiggler layed peacfully in bed, mumbling in his sleep. "Mrbmnr, keep the change..." he grumbled and rolled onto his side. Suddenly, a sound similar to two garbage trucks filled with glass plates crashing woke him with a start. "WHAT?! WHO!? WHERE?!" Jelly screamed as he flew out of bed. He gathered himself and realized the sound must have been Bobobo's alarm clock. "Stupid Bobobo..." Jelly muttered as he walked toward his bedroom door. He managed a smile as he glanced up at his super-rare collection of nu-themed fragile artifacts sitting on its shelf.

As of late, Jelly Jiggler had not been having the time of his life. Heck, he was downright miserable. After constantly getting smashed, shot, hit, cut, stabbed, and all-around beat up for the past month, He had fallen into depression. He had begun to doubt the quality of his friendship with the rest rest of the team.
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And that's all I got so far.
I wonder whether "layed" is a word. It's been bugging me. sad Probably not, huh?